Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Music by Elton John; lyrics by Bernie Taupin

capo 2

G     C     G    B7          Em  Em/D        C             G*         Am
  And now I know   Spanish Harlem    are not just pretty words to say
G   C         G
  I thought I knew
B7            Em      Em/D       C         G*            Am   D-Dsus2-D
  But now I know that rose trees never grow  in New York City

C                G       D                      G
  Until you've seen this trashcan dream come true
C                    G        D                    G
  You stand at the edge while people run you through
C                    G         D                       G
  And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
C                          G*                    Am  D-Dsus2-D
  I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

            G            G/F               G/E               G
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
                                          C
Turn around and say good morning to the night
      B7                  Em Em/D          C           C/B     A
For unless they see the sky,      but they canŐt and that is why
     C                  Dsus2  D        C-C/B-Am7-G
They know not if it's dark outside or light

G      C          G   B7                    Em        Em/D
  This Broadway's got,  it's got a lot of songs to sing
C               G*                Am 
If I knew the tunes I might join in
G            C    G 
  I'll go my way alone
B7         Em      Em/D     C            G*            Am   D-Dsus2-D
  Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown  in New York City

C               G       D                 G
  Subway's no way for a good man to go down
C                 G         D               G
  Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
C                    G         D                 G
  And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
C                          G*              Am  D-Dsus2-D
  I thank the Lord for the people I have found

Refrain

G     C     G    B7          Em  Em/D        C             G*         Am
  And now I know   Spanish Harlem    are not just pretty words to say
G   C         G
  I thought I knew
B7            Em      Em/D       C         G*            Am   D-Dsus2-D
  But now I know that rose trees never grow  in New York City


C               G       D                 G
  Subway's no way for a good man to go down
C                 G         D               G
  Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
C                    G         D                 G
  And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
C                          G*              Am  D-Dsus2-D
  I thank the Lord for the people I have found

Refrain (last line 2x)


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